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Chapter 14

The next two weeks were an exercise in annoyance, terror, sexual and non-sexual frustration, and in the case of Shego and Mrs. Stoppable the long practice art of smiling politely at each other while hiding a knife be their respective backs as common between many mothers and girlfriends.

It was utterly exhausting, especially since Mrs. Stoppable didn't have a job of her own, which meant from when Ron left for school, to when he finally got back, it was just the two of them and Hana. Mrs. Stoppable hated Shego being 'lazy,' but also hated Shego's daily four hour work outs. Shego despised how the older woman basically tried to make her do every chore in the house as if she was a servant.

Hana was an unholy terror and Shego was not only convinced the girl wasn't a normal human, she was becoming very convinced that the child was a supernatural monster of some kind. Not to say the child was horrible to be around, the kid was actually quite sweet and it was obvious why Ron loved her.

But normal beings did not walk on the ceiling like normal people walked on the floor. She'd had to pull every trick in the book to childproof Ron's room after the girl had gotten in there and almost found Shego's tail, and wasn't entirely convinced it was enough. She'd have gone further, but Wade refused to send her land mines and Ron had forbidden stick based traps.

"I don't see why it is such a big deal to ask you to help around the place so much," Mrs. Stoppable said with a sniff, "After everything we've done to help you, it's only natural you help out around here in return."

Ron, who had just gotten home from school, came into the kitchen to find Shego, trembling with suppressed emotions. First, it had been 'Sheila, could you make breakfast,' then it was 'Sheila, can you do the laundry?' followed by 'Sheila, would you mind vacuuming the upstairs,' then 'Sheila, why isn't the laundry done?" And that had just been today. Since the elder Stoppables had returned, from the time Ron and Mr. Stoppable left, to the time Ron came back, it was chore after chore after chore. Not only had there not been this many chores before they returned, Mrs. Stoppable wasn't doing any of them herself. While she claimed it was because she was watching Hana, whom she literally spoiled, most of it was spent with her chatting to friends on the phone or watching television.

Shego was through with it. The only thing keeping her from snapping at the woman was the fact it was Ron's mother and she didn't want to cause trouble for her Master, and the woman might insist on throwing her out, which certainly would cause trouble for her Master. Still, the idea of Ron and herself on their own was rapidly becoming the more attractive option.

"Come on, we're going to Felix's," Ron said, snapping Shego's leash to her collar. She jumped, having not heard him come in, much less grab her leash or come up to her.

"Ronald, is it really necessary to go parading around like that?" Mrs. Stoppable said, "It's shameful and disgusting, leading a woman around on a leash." She gave Shego a dim look, as if it was the raven-haired woman's idea. Shego clenched her teeth harder, almost shaking with the effort not to tear into the older woman.

"Yes, Mom, it is." Ron said, tiredly. "Leash laws, remember?"

The woman gave a grunt, but turned away as Ron led his seething pet to the garage. Shego started to calm down as he ushered her into a car, his hand lingering on her ass for a long moment. The flush his touch brought did manage to distract her from her anger. Her breath quickened as he came around and got in.

"Thank you," she said softly a few minutes into their drive. She reached over her and took his free right hand in hers as he drove with the left. Her eyes were drawn to their clasped hands and she flushed lightly.

"You're welcome Shego," Ron said with a nervous smile, not looking from the road. She knew it was because he was more used to the moped, but he was willing to drive the car for her sake. Not just for the privacy, but having a leash whipping around in the wind was asking for disaster.

"Does Felix know we're coming over?" She asked softly, giving him a playful grin, "Or was that just a line to get me alone?"

"No, he knows. Zita's supposed to be over there and we're all just going to hang out. I told them how rough being stuck with my Mom was on you." Ron said, squeezing her hand as she looked disappointed. "That being said, I am taking you to the drive in this Saturday, just the two of us."

She perked up at that, the heat coiling in her belly. "What are we gonna go see?" She asked.

"Does it matter?" Ron asked in reply. He gave her a wink and she blushed lightly.

"No, Master," She said, sensually, "I'll only have eyes for you." That made him blush hard.

Zita was waiting for them at the door to Felix's home, a nice single story ranch house, which made sense Shego thought. If you got a kid who can't do stairs, why get a house with them. "Just in time guys," the Hispanic girl said with a smile, "Pizza guy just left."

"So what's the plan for the evening?" Ron asked, taking Shego's leash off as they got inside. Part of her almost wanted it to stay on, but she brushed it aside and nuzzled her Master's neck before, grinning back at Zita's smiling face.

"Hellsing!" Zita said, "Well, the abridged version so we can let Shego watch it all tonight." She smiled at the green woman, "I'd let you take the original home, but since Hana is around...well, it's not exactly for kids."

Shego found out her friend was completely correct. The show was violent and crude, and while she didn't care much for cartoons, or anime as Zita insisted it was hotly, she couldn't help but laughing along as the show progressed.

"Do you even read my Christmas List!" Alucard snarled as she leaned over and took a bite of pizza Ron was attempting to eaty.

"Sheila, that's mine!" Ron said, "you've got your own."

"Nu uh," she said, playfully, snapping at his slice as he jerked it away, "Want Master's, it's bigger."

"Not after that chunk you took out of it!" Ron said, fending her off. She wriggled against his arm, making more snapping motions between grins. "Down Sheila."

"Bitches love cannons," Alucard purred, making Shego turn back to the show.

She listened with rapt attention as a fat Nazi officer spoke about his love of war. Ron sighed, but pet her as she gave a wolfish grin because of the speech. She absently noted he finished off the slice of pizza. And if he grew uncomfortable as she eagerly watched the destruction on the screen, she was too distracted to notice.

"My parents aren't home Friday evening," Zita said as they packed up for the night, "So we can hang out at my place then."

"We really appreciate this," Ron said gratefully, "I know you two would probably rather have the alone time. It's just, you know..." He trailed off, stroking Shego's hair as she nuzzled him.

"Yeah, pretty sure you mom would drive anyone crazy," Zita said, privately shuddering at the memories of her own meetings with the woman. "Especially if they were stuck together."

"It's miserable," Shego muttered, "I'm happy to be Ron's pet now, but I never signed up for being a house maid."

"Oh, but you made such a pretty maid," Zita teased, grinning at her friend. Shego stuck out her tongue in response, causing Ron and Felix to chuckle. "It's a shame you didn't have a cat tail to complete the outfit."

Shego giggled as Ron blushed hard. "Oh, there was one," she said, "Master bought one special for me to wear."

"So why didn't you wear it?" Zita asked, sounding disappointed, "It would have been so cute."

Felix looked curious, and Ron rubbed the back of his head and looked away. Shego grinned and kissed him, before turning back to Zita. "Because my poor innocent master got a tail plug." She said.

Zita blinked, then blushed as her mouth formed an "O" of surprise. Then she started giggling, covering her mouth with her hands. "No..." She said.

"Oh yes." Shego giggled, "His poor face when I explained what it was was sooo adorable." She turned and nuzzled Ron, kissing his cheek.

"Yeah, whatever," Ron said, huffing.

"Aww, it's true though. You were adorable and handsome," Shego said, "that's part of why I didn't get mad at you. My lovable, innocent Master."

She turned back to Zita. "Anyways, I'd never used anything like it before and wasn't sure I could handle it," She said, ignoring Ron's startled look, "Plus, it would have meant sans panties and I figured you wouldn't appreciate it if I flashed Felix here the goods."

Zita flushed. "No, you made the right choice Sheila," She said, giving her owner a look, "Mine are the only goods he should be flashed." Felix held up his hands in a placating gesture, but smiled slightly.

On the drive home, Ron squeeze her hand. "So, the tail was the first time you ever used anything like that?" He asked, blushing. She gave him a smile and kissed his cheek.

"Yes, Master," She said softly, "And I'll admit, it was almost more than I could take, but you were worth it."

Thursday and Friday were annoying as hell with Mrs. Stoppable, and she spent more of it hiding in Ron's room 'feeling sick' than she was proud to admit while her Master wasn't home. She cuddled his arm while the went on a long walk Thursday night, and then Friday evening found them at Zita's two story home.

"So what's tonight?" Shego asked, "More of those cartoons?"

"Anime!" Zita said passionately, "It' called Anime and it's from Japan, and it's way better than cartoons."

"Okay, chill," Shego said, plating herself up some Chinese, laughing.

"Nah, tonight we're doing Mario Kart and Smash Brothers," Felix said as he was setting a game console.

"Great," Shego said, "I can do that!"

She couldn't do that, at least not the racing game. Ron took pity on her after an hour and they swapped over to the brawling game, where after several attempts, she found a character she wasn't horrible at. Most matches didn't end well, though.

"Awww, don't feel bad," Zita said as Shego leaned dejectedly against Ron, picking at some food after she was knocked out for the umpteenth time. "It just takes practice. You were getting better."

"Whatever," Shego said, trying not to show how dejected she really was. "Maybe I'll just stick to shooters."

"We could just watch something for a while," Felix said.

"I don't want to ruin your guys' fun though," Shego said, picking at what she thought was sweet and sour chicken. It could have been a cat though. Depended on how authentic the Chinese food was.

"Nah, I need a break," Ron said with an overly exaggerated yawn that none of them bought, but Shego gave him a small smile. Zita started digging around in her anime collection, several options of which were shot down as either too sappy or hell nos.

Eventually they settled on something called Konosuba. Shego was pretty sure most of it flew over her head with references she didn't get, but she was positive the girls were absolutely useless after a few episode. Megumin was funny though.

"Master!" She teased Ron as Zita was swapping discs, striking a dramatic pose with her hands in flames of plasma. "Will you walk the path of explosions with me!" Felix almost fell out his chair laughing, and Ron promised he would between fits of laughter.

Eventually they had to return home, bidding their friends goodnight. Zita even let her take the remaining discs with her so she could watch them on Ron's computer. Which she and Ron did most of Saturday.

That evening they borrowed the car and drove out to the drive in theater, parking in the darkest corner they could. It was triple feature of some some slasher movies, not that they really cared. They flipped the radio to the proscribed channel for the audio, slipped into the back of the car, and proceeded to fog the windows up.

As soon as they were fogged enough for Shego's tastes, they went from doing that to finally tasting each other again. A full week of wanting, needing, and being denied was unleashed in the back seat of that car. She'd dressed in a tank top and skirt, both for easy access and quick dressing if needed, and luxuriated in Ron's discovery that those were the only things she was wearing other than flip flops. It wasn't easy, and it wasn't comfortable, and at one point she was pretty sure something went wrong with the suspension because the car stopped rocking as much, but neither of them cared.

They drank each other in, everything outside the car fading away as their whole world became each other. It was only as the third movie was wrapping up that they finally relented, too worn out to continue. The windows were cracked to try and make it so they could see to drive home, and she rested against Ron, listening to the screams on the radio, the cicadas outside, and gentle pounding of Ron's heart.

"I love you, Master," she said softly.

"I love you too, Sheila," he said, holding her close and stroking her hair.

The next day Ron's mom came home from getting groceries and complained that the suspension was broken. Ron had volunteered to take the car in Monday afternoon, and dragged Shego along with him. The mechanic, a long suffering man with a mullet and coveralls that had clearly seen over a decade of broken cars, took one look at the car, one look at the young man holding a college aged woman by a leash, and gave them a knowing look and a long suffering sigh.

He also threw Ron a thumbs up when he thought Shego wasn't looking. Shego thought about saying something, but she noticed a man in his early thirties across the street at a bookstore. He wasn't terribly remarkable, slightly above average high at six feet, average build, average face with a decently kept beard, wearing black clothes. The only thing that made him curious was he was wearing a black trench coat with red designs made of straight lines on the back and lapels, and something long kept pushing out he back of his coat as he moved around.

The drama from the Showdown continued at school, though Ron refused to share the full details, so most of what she got was from Zita.

Bonnie had used Kim's injury to practically usurp leading the cheer team, and given there were only a couple more months until graduation, it didn't look like Kim was going to get it back anytime soon. In response, Kim had basically tried to become the cheer leading coach, much to the consternation of the actual coach. That might have been bad enough, but Kim's version of "coaching" was on the same level as her "caring and training of pet" and the entire cheer team nearly keelhauled her.

Literally, they had a boat already in the school swimming pool and were trying to catch her while lugging around several bundles of rope, before Mr. Barkin stepped in and put a stop to it. Over the course of the two weeks the Stoppables were in town, two more attempts were made without success.

Kim, it turned out to her and a lot of peoples' shock, didn't actually have that many friends. There was Ron and Monique, followed by semi-friends like Felix, Rita, and a few others. Then there were her team mates on the cheer squad. Various boys who were interested in dating her. And a lot of contacts and people whom she'd saved.

Now Ron, Felix, and Zita refused to hang out with her. Most of the semi-friends proved to be fair weather as well. Most of the guys vanished when the words "mind control chip" got mentioned. After all, a girl can have a killer body, but she's crazy enough to put mind control chips on you, there were safer places to look for a lay. Only Monique really stuck around to any degree, but even she made it very clear the mind control thing was a huge deal and Kim was a damn idiot for messing with it. At least after Zita explained it fully to her.

Kim it seemed was still convinced she'd been in the right, but the sleep deprivation and pain killers she was on were enough to take the edge of her need to make sure everyone knew it, even if they did nothing to dull her horrific coaching practices.

Jim and Tim's continued terror campaign were probably contributing to the redhead's ever growing listlessness. No one was entirely sure of the details, but at least one incident had involved mechanical spiders and Kim's precious cuddle buddies. Shego had personally baked double chocolate cookies and made sure they got to the twins as a reward.

She'd made a batch of m&m cookies fresh for them when they came over and visited her the next day. Mrs. Stoppable had protested the mess, because Shego was not nearly the efficient cook that Ron was, and the cookies she gave Hana turned the girl into even more of a terror. Still she thought the the woman might have softened to her after witnessing the absolute mothering she gave the boys. She even helped them with their homework. Scientific geniuses they were, but not everyone loved history or geography and that made studying harder, no matter how smart you were.

It was nice to look at an alternate life, where she might have been a school teacher, with a loving husband, a normal life, and a couple of boys she could be proud of.

Initially, Mrs. Stoppable had talked about sticking around and letting her husband go off to Atlanta by himself. Shego nearly had a panic attack at the prospect. In the end though, she and Hana left. For whatever her many faults, Mrs. Stoppable loved her husband deeply, and Shego was reminded of the old adage "the children of lovers are orphans."

She waved along with Ron as the elder Stoppables drove off to the air port in a taxi Sunday evening. Despite their best efforts to hold back on their second drive in date, the suspension had broke on the car again. Ron blamed himself, but Shego knew it was her own superhuman strength that had caused the problem, because she'd been on top most of the time.

She'd have to see if the twins could work on it this time. And then make sure they hadn't attached rockets anywhere. It had to be better than torturing that poor mechanic again.

Three hours later, she considered who she would ask to look at Ron's bed in order to keep up with her and her Master as she fell asleep completely sated in his arms